The city gets quieter. The lights feel warmer. Everything sharpens a little.
The place you end up when you thought you were going home but didn’t. Burgers, salty fries, and a bar that never feels rushed. Portland’s default late-night landing pad.
A neighborhood bar with “why are we still awake” energy. Cheap, loud, honest. Half the city has ended a night here without meaning to.
Wood-fired pizza until 1 am. It’s messy, hot, chaotic, and exactly what you want when the city finally exhales. Don’t overthink it.
Wharf Street dive energy in the best way. A $6 burger that tastes better at midnight than it ever should. Locals know the deal.
Neon, tequila, and tacos that hit harder the later it gets. A 1 am close and the kind of crowd that makes you feel like it’s still early.
The “I need food right now” spot. Open until 1 and built for people who don’t want to talk about what they were doing before this.
Zero pretense. Just fried chicken on St. John when nothing else is open. Feels like a secret but everyone knows it.
Midnight burgers, big plates, and chaos. When you want real food and not another basket of freezer fries, you come here.
The “I want to eat and actually stay awake” spot. Wings, loaded fries, and a crowd that feels like real Portland, not the bachelorettes.
When you want something better than bar food. Skewers, cocktails, and the quiet hum of a kitchen that knows people get hungry after 10.